Tagged: garden

there is a system

there is a system
to stripping away zinnia
petals – this morning’s

goldfinch in mama’s flowerbeds,
waiting to be rewarded
.
20210823:1635
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all at once, you are

all at once, you are
everywhere – in the butterfly
visiting the west

side, the dragonfly passing
through the garden this morning
.
20210814:1909
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mama’s hydrangeas,

between the flower

between the flower
beds and the hummingbird feeders
is a battlefield

of drunken, dead, and dying
bumblebees, we wash our hands
.
20210616:1908
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mama’s perilla

mama’s perilla
eventually takes over
the garden every

year, understanding that our
nervous system depends on it
.
20210614:1938
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half-an-hour to

half-an-hour to
sunrise, one hour before
the guests arrive in

our backyard, staying alert to
guard mama’s sweet potato leaves
.
20210613:1050
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those end of summer

the broken purslane

the broken purslane
that stealthily hitchhiked home
with us and almost

died twice from a collective
neglect finally felt at home
.
20210310:2004
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someone is keeping

it takes months of work